Chapter Sixty-eight

CONTENT ADVISORY / TRIGGER WARNING

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS/STRONG IMPLICATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND OFFENSIVE OR DISTURBING:

~ SEX AND INTIMACY

~ EXPLICIT SEX SCENES

Eskil pushed his body against hers to prevent her from running away. He arched his neck and rested his nose against her throat, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

"You don't realize how close I was..." His long tongue slipped past her lips and trailed a hot path from her collarbone to her jawline before flicking across her cheek. "How close I was to making you mine. It took all the strength in my body to fly away that day. When I had your taste in my mouth, it was like I'd just been gifted the finest meal I could have ever asked for. The most precious gift the gods could've given me...was you. Like a fool, I rebelled against those feelings, and I have always rebelled against them. Until now."

Eskil let go of the tree and pulled her hands away from her chest, his fingertips lightly grazing her sensitive skin as he traced feather-light touches down the nape of her neck, parting her torn shirt and running his fingers between her breasts. She was shaking, biting her lip again and staring off into the tree line. His calluses grazed over her hard nipples, making her flinch and stifle a whimper. His other hand rubbed her side, his fingers massaging deep into her ribs and around her waist.

He lowered himself onto his knees in front of her, raising his eyes to stare at her perfect and embarrassed face, waiting for her to turn her gaze back to his expectant one. He tugged at her pants and she flinched again, her teeth pinching down harder on her lip and forming another droplet of blood. He growled again, the sound dark and possessive as he pulled down on her hair, forcing her to bend forward with a surprised gasp. He kissed her gently, licking away the blood as the pain stung at her lip.

"My lifemate will not bleed because of me, nor for any other reason." He let go of her hair, allowing her to lean back away from him, but this time her eyes were locked with his. His kisses returned to her stomach, leaving gentle and invisible marks from her hip to her belly button and down towards the low material of her torn waistband.

He pulled the fabric even more, shredding the belt and pulling the wooden buttons from their stitches. His eyes remained on hers as she watched him, she was scared and he could feel it. She didn't know whether to stay here or run. Eskil slid her pants down her hips, gliding the leather over her rounded bottom and down her soft, pale legs until they stopped at her mid-calf boots. He pushed her feet wider apart.

His breath tickled her thigh as he rubbed his cheek over her smooth skin and kissed her inner leg. "I was a fool, Libelle, and I apologize for that. I ignored everything that my heart and soul was trying to tell me until I could touch you like this, until I could hold you like this, and until I could hear you...like this."

Libelle cried out when Eskil's tongue slipped past his lips and slid between her legs, his tongue still resembling the one his dragon form possessed. Long, slick, slippery, and talented. His tongue slid across her aching clit, flicking the sensitive tissue and slurping her sweet nectar. Her knees buckled and she tripped forward, her fingers digging into his shoulders to catch herself from falling. Eskil wrapped an arm around her thighs to steady her, his mouth clamped between her legs while he continued to tease her.

She cried out again, the sound followed by a lustful moan when his tongue pushed its way into her sex, into the tight tunnel that was not used to this sort of attention. She felt his tongue twirl in circles inside her, pushing deeper into her until he could feel resistance. His tongue thrust in and out, teasing the lips around her entrance and then again around her clit. Her fingers dug even deeper into his shoulders, her nails clawing at his skin through his cotton shirt.

For a moment his tongue left her aching sex, only to return with fingers that slipped inside her and viciously rammed in and out of her while his tongue twirled around her hardened nub. His fingers twisted about, finding her sensitive spot that resulted in her gasping for air. He found that spot and stayed on it, his fingers and tongue taking turns to thrust against the bundle of nerves that formed that delicious ache. She was gasping with each breath, moans of pleasure escaping her parted lips. Her back arched when Eskil pinched her hard clit between his teeth, followed by a gentle caress of his tongue. He pinched again, followed by another too-slow lick.

His fingers curled inside her, thrusting and battling against her tight entrance as she constricted around his fingers. Libelle's cries could not be contained any longer when he went after her sex like a starving beast, savoring the sweet taste of her juices that leaked from between her thighs. She cried out his name over and over again, her head rolling back with a lusty moan when his tongue delved back inside her and his fingers returned to her exhausted clit.

Her buckled knees were trying to clench together when her hands tangled into his messy hair, one hand wrapping around the point of his scaly, textured horn. The pleasure was too great, and she felt like she was going to explode. Her heart was pounding and her pulse was throbbing through her neck. Eskil was going to take her life, she would surely die right here. Another cry escaped her lips, it was all too strange. The sensations he was giving her, the pleasure and the feeling of being needed; it was overwhelming. He was showing her just how desperately he needed her, how much he wanted her.

She couldn't imagine Eskil doing this just to torment her, he was too proud. He would not be proud of an act such as this; he would not do something like this and then boast about it to the world. Perhaps he wanted to shame her, regardless of the reactions he would receive from his kin.

Libelle, the only slayer in history to be defiled by a dragon. She tried to find focus on the situation, tried to find a way to escape from it. Escaping proved difficult, however, as she unintentionally bucked her hips against his tongue, her body craving more while her mind wanted to flee in terror.

She felt her sex spasm, the wet tunnel tightening around Eskil's fingers with a delicious sensation. Her belly felt full, like her entrance might explode. The feeling was both wonderful and terrifying, exciting and foreign. She couldn't help herself when she moaned, her eyes hooded and seductive when she looked down at Eskil who was still watching her.

"Eskil, please," she whimpered out, the sound quiet but lovely to his ears.